My political and religious views are no secret. Politically, I’m a liberal and a Democrat, and I’m a Unitarian Universalist, about as liberal as you can get and still go to church.
Someone whose political views I share recently said he wouldn’t patronize a certain restaurant because “He’s an R.” He said he’d go to another restaurant because “He’s a D.”
On the day Barack Obama was inaugurated as President, some wag in our agency’s IT department went around and put “no” stickers on the W key on the computers of those they knew would enjoy the joke. We had our little circle of liberals and Dems and we knew who we were.
But I never worried about co-workers’ political beliefs. We did our jobs, we fulfilled the agency’s mission as well as we could, and we treated each other with respect. There were jerks, of course, but I have no idea what their political or religious views were.
If I go to the emergency room I don’t ask how the ER doc voted. I don’t care if the pharmacist is a Presbyterian or a Wiccan as long as she fills my prescription correctly. The grocery store clerks ring up my order and bag my groceries without knowing I’m a UU. Most of the people I’ve met since we moved here are polite, kind and courteous almost to a fault. The guy who hands off a grocery basket to me may be a gun-totin’ Tea Partier, but I smile and thank him. Several neighbors whose religious views (I already know) are very different from mine have been friendly and generous, and I appreciate that.
We live in a relatively small town that bends much more conservatively than our previous “blueberry in the tomato soup,”* Austin. If I did business only with those stores and providers whose views I shared, I’d seriously limit my choices for shopping, medical care and places to eat.
My response to the comment about not eating at the restaurant because “he’s an R”? “I happen to know he’s also big in [a very conservative church here in town]. I don’t care. If I’m going to live here I’m going to get along with the neighbors.”
It helps that there are many arty, creative, tattooed old hippies here. I’m finding my tribe. But I also hang out with the knitting ladies at the Baptist church and laugh a lot while knitting for charity.